switch brown lighter on
blue flames burning red on green
then floating white mist
violence in the heart
do not ignore primal urge
grow strong, calm, and tame
a fan of paper
words doing nothing and still
are more real than life
rhetoric is real
a war can never be won
when will you believe?
the perfect flower
aged, wrinkled, strong with no doubt
about her beauty
they all have a scent
the aged wood floors of backstage;
all a past they hold
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